The Ivy League by Ruby Parker

She feared him, feared what he would do to her next.
    Krista had never felt such a rush .  The fear worked together with her desire to push her arousal to a new height.  Her client had been torturing her for the better part of three hours.  He would touch her, play with her, until she was aching to receive him.  Then he would make her beg him for it before leaving her entirely unsatisfied to cool down and start the process all over again. 
    “Say it,” he said, placing the edge of the knife to the pounding pulse point in her neck. 
    “Please,” she choked out, trying to swallow her fear, “I want you.”
    “That’s good,” he said, trailing the knife down her chest and around the swell of her breast.  He dragged the tip to the perky pink bud in the center and poked at it slightly.  “But I’m afraid that’s not good enough.”
    “I’m a whore,” she said, squealing and trying to pull away from the sting of the knife sticking into her nipple.  “and I need your…”
    “Say it,” he said, his voice harsh as he pushed the point further into her nipple when she hesitated, drawing a drop of blood.
    “Your… ” Krista fought to get the words out.  She knew she had to say it, or he would never stop.  “Your big cock fucking me.”
    “ Very good, Krista,” he said.  He dropped the knife.  His hands wrapped around her hips and he buried himself inside of her with a single rough thrust.  The moan that left her lips was echoed by a gasp as she realized he had used her real name.
    “Do you honestly think I don’t know who you are?” he said as he continued to fuck her.  One hand moved from her hip to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back with a yank.
    The sensations that wracked her body were too much.  She couldn’t think, couldn’t worry about how he knew her real name.  The pleasure that mixed with the pain was so mind numbingly erotic, she didn’t even care.
    “I know a lot about you, Krista,” he said, as his strokes became even more wild and unyielding.  He focused on her eyes, watching for the shock and fear that he knew would be there.  He wasn’t disappointed. 
    “I know you have a pink bedspread on the bed in your downto wn apartment,” he said.
    His hands wrapped around her throat.  He squeezed softly, feeling her windpipe, so vulnerable, so easily crushed.  He was so close, and as he watched her eyes s lowly blacking over, he came inside her with a heavy grunt. 
     

Chapter Seventeen
     
     
    Mr. Banks watched with a goofy smile plastered on his face, and an ever growing bulge, in his lap as Jaya did a backbend, kicking her legs over her head and coming back down to the floor in a surprisingly graceful, slow motion, back flip.  Kiku stood beside her with a cheery little smile, clapping her hands together and bouncing in excitement as Jaya showed off her acrobatic skills.  Kiku was nearly as good, and had previously twisted herself into a little naked pretzel.  The giddiness of the girls was contagious and Mr. Banks very quickly found his spirits lifted.  Now he was ready for some real fun.  This was just what he needed to melt away the pressures that he had taken on lately.
    He waved the girls over to him , but they became suddenly shy again.  He grabbed Kiku by the wrist, and pulled her into his lap.  She gasped and broke into giggles as he tickled her lightly. 
    “ I make you happy now, sir?” Kiku said.  She batted her lidded eyes at him and nodded her head emphatically.  Her enthusiasm was absolutely adorable and Mr. Banks couldn’t force himself to say no, even if he wanted to.  She slid down his legs and landed on the floor in front of him.  Her slender fingers hooked under the band of his boxer briefs and tugged on them.  He lifted his hips to allow her to remove them and lolled his head back onto the top of the couch behind him as the warm, wet, pleasure of Kiku’s mouth surrounded him. 
    Jaya slid into the sofa just beside him.  Her bare